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He smelled like a rainy day in the spring, after the sun had come out and the flowers had started to bloom again. He smelled like happiness.
“Little Song, I will spank that ass if you call me Mr. Langston again,” I growled.
You weren’t a part of my plan, but I have been thanking the heavens above every single day for hearing your cry for help.”
“You needed me, and I came, baby. I’ll always come. Don’t give a fuck who I gotta go through. You call, I come.”
“God ain’t here, baby. If you wanted God, you should’ve stayed away from cowboys,”

